Wrapped around Vic

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Ok so back to the story....

"I'm kellin." I held out my hand. He took it and smiled. Gosh he was adorable. His hand was warm and firm.

"Where did you used to live?" I asked.

"I lived in Tennessee before I moved here, but before that I lived in Mexico." He said.

WOAH MEXICO?

" Awesome dude, so how old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 17" he replied.

"16." I said.

He smiled and chuckled. What was so funny about being 16? Huh well I'll just go with it...

"So ...." He said.

The silence was a little too much but thank god for that bell. I got up and started walking.

" Thanks for letting me sit with you at lunch", he said. I smiled and nodded and walked to my next class, which was my favorite. art.

Finally school ended and I started walking home. The walk was a good twenty minutes to myself that I needed.

My house was a living hell. By the time I got there, my dads car was parked in the drive way and I could hear moaning from the sidewalk.

Gross.

I don't think that I'm going in there anytime soon.

I walked around till I found an old abandon park near the ocean. I sat down on one of the swings and put my head phones in and listened to Hollywood undead.

A few hours later

I was started to walk home until I heard someone singing. His voice was smooth and sounded peaceful. He was walking towards a pizza restaurant.

I didn't clearly see his face as he walked in, but when he walked out I was frozen.

It was Vic...

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